Ch 1 first meeting

"You want to do what?" Azula asked.

"Come on, Azula. When was the last time you went out? You need some R&R." Asami said to her friend.

"I'm busy with my work." Azula defended.
But Asami knew otherwise.

"Just this once, Azula. You're not Sherlock, and you sure as hell are not an augment." Asami said.

Defeated, Azula agreed to her friends terms. She could never understand how she and Asami came to friends. Asami was quick to make friends with anyone she saw fit, and was always helping others.. Azula was quite the opposite.

"Good. We'll head out tonight." Asami happily said.

Putting the phone away, Azula got back to her busy work as chief of police. She looked over the many documents that needed her signature; a pain in the ass, but a necessary one.

The silence of the office was welcoming to her, letting her collect her thoughts. She grudgingly agreed with Asami that she needed some R&R.

"Hell, i might meet someone who isn't terrified of me." she joked.

Night came, and Asami came to pick up Azula from the station. The two headed into the city, to one of the more richer parts of the city.

"Asami, where are we going?" Azula asked.

"Trust me. You'll like it." she said.

Azula didn't believe Asami, but let her drive with no interruption. They headed to a place with flashing neon lights and had music playing. They noticed that everyone was well dressed, but not professionally.

Azula wondered what the hell she was getting herself into, and stopped when she saw the bright neon lights out front and saw the name of the building: The Benders.

"You brought me to a fucking strip club?" Azula asked, having heard of the place before, thanks to stray conversations from co-workers.

Asami only laughed in response.

"God, Azula. You really need to get out more. It's not a strip club. It's a contortion joint. It's where contortionists come to perform. Trust you, you'll like it. I actually know some people here, and i had to pull a lot of strings to bring you. They give their customers the best experience. You may never get this opportunity again."

Azula sighed in response. Her curiosity was piqued, and she wasn't one to back down.

"Fine. I'll check it out." she said, thankful that Asami had thought of this for her.

"Alright. Maybe you'll meet someone who'll fancy you." Asami teased.

"Is this the place where you found your someone?" Azula asked.

"Yes. She's very good." Asami said.

"In bed, or on the stage?" Azula asked.

"Yes." Asami proudly said. Azula shook her head side to side. She stayed silent, taking in her surroundings. When they entered the room, Asami dragged her to the main stage, and her jaw dropped.

Whoever made this place pulled no punches in money. She first saw how open and full of light it was. The color scheme was gold and dark red, adding a flare of sensuality. Tables were scattered all over the floor, and the pattern was obvious as they made room for a catwalk. Looking up, she saw dozens of paintings of men and woman stretching and bending themselves in positions that shouldn't be possible. More than a few of the pictures were rather risque, probably to lure the customers in and lower their guard.

"Come on, I see some seats close to the stage." Asami said, pulling Azula from her stupor. The two sat down, listening to the conversations that other customers were having.

"This is a good spot. The stage isn't far away, and when they come off from the catwalk, they usually hope off and go to the various tables." Asami said.

"I thought this wasn't a strip club." Azula hissed at Asami, putting two and two together.

"It isn't. But many customers like to give them tips, because they enjoy the show." Asami said.

Azula was about to open her mouth and say something rude, but decided not to. She'd rather let Asami enjoy this evening without her abrasive personality getting in the way.

"When does the show start?" Azula asked.

"It's been going for an hour right now. We're in an intermission right now, and the rest of the performers will come up. If we're lucky, we'll see Aang."

Azula raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"He's one of the newest contortionists in the joint, and he's very skilled. He's on par with Ty Lee. She's the one I met here. He never seems to have a set schedule. He just performs when he feels like it. I'm guessing the manager is still trying to get him some hours, since they have a full set." Asami explained.

"I take it you've seen him before." Azula dryly said.

"I have. He'll draw your attention like no other dancer. Hell, many of the guys here find him entertaining. But i doubt he swings that way." Asami said.

Azula put the info back in her head, but she was already thinking about this Aang. And there was no way she was going to give a tip to these performers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back after that brief intermission. I hope you're all settled in, because you won't want to miss what's coming next. First, is the famous Ty Lee. From what you told me, you love her red lipstick, and her performances even more, longtime viewers and newcomers, enjoy!" the announcer said.

Azula watched as the curtain rose, and Asami's friend appeared. She was wearing a skin-tight suit, the color pallette a mixture of yellow and red. It did little to hide her figure, much to the delight of hungry eyes across the room. Asami looked like her eyes were about to burst out of her skull.

Ty Lee moved to the slow and sensual music, her curves and long supple legs were shown in their full glory. As much as Azula refused to admit it, she couldn't help but stayed glued to the young contortionist. She had a flirty smile on her face, as if she enjoyed the attention she was receiving.

Ty Lee performed several cartwheels in a row, before finishing with a toe touch. She went into a backbend and proceeded to walk on her hands and feet, like a crab. Approaching the edge of the catwalk, she pushed with her legs and cartwheeled off the stage, sticking the landing.

Ty Lee continued the show, moving her body like a snake in a slow provocative manner. Approaching a table, two men and a woman eagerly pulled out their wallets and gave her some cash, the woman licking her upper leg and hip bone stopping just above her crotch.

She came over to their table next, and Azula hiked her thumb to Asami. Ty Lee straddled Asami and rocked her hips against Asami, who was more than happy to return the favor. Asami watched as Ty Lee bent backwards with her legs spread open. Azula was sure the two were close to coming.

Ty Lee pulled back and kissed Asami, earning a few bucks from the young woman. She hopped back onto the stage and finished her routine, and when the music cut out, she bowed and headed to the rear curtain and disappeared from view.

"So, how'd you like that?" Asami asked.

"I will admit, it was intriguing. But if you two are going to fuck, do it away from me." Azula said.

After a few minutes passed, the announcer spoke again. "Ladies and gentlemen, though i emphasize the ladies, you are in for a treat because our ace is coming out of his cockpit to entertain you."

The air in the room changed, from playful and rosy, to something more darker and intense. Azula wondered what performance would ensure such a change in atmosphere. The lights were near off, and Azula was eying the stage on edge.

"Put your hands together for a round of applause for our very own mr bender, Aang!"

Azula saw a slim figure silhouetted against the faint glow of the red light behind it. From what Azula could tell, the figure was wearing a top-hat, but couldn't make out what it was wearing. The figure was still like a rock, until the spot light shone on him, and a darker, yet sensual, song played.

Aang had the top of his face covered to the hat and the angle of his head, but Azula could make out the lower features. He was starting to have a chiseled jaw, yet there was still a spark of boyish youth to him. He was also wearing a skin-tight uniform, though this time it was a black.

When the song played, he gracefully moved his body to the flow of the music. Azula blocked out all other sound, and imagined it was just him and her. Aang performed pirouettes, cartwheels, and contorted his body in ways Azula thought a man shouldn't be able to. Her eyes were glued to the dancer the entire time.

Azula paid more attention to his legs, watching how high he could kick them, how they powered his contortions. Azula noticed he had loosened the upper part of his shirt, showing her a small piece of his milky skin teasing her at the same time.

She noticed that along with being a skilled dancer, he was quite handsome. His big grey eyes caught hers, and she found herself gazing into them when the opportunity presented itself. She was on edge, as if Aang had pulled her to him.

He slowly dropped into a split and leaned back to the rear leg, while moving a hand down his chest towards his groin. Azula gulped and leaned forward in her chair. She visualized he was splayed on her bed, open for her to do with him in any manner she saw fit. Watching as he went into a straddle and lay flat on his stomach, Azula felt a spark in her gut. The longer she watched the dancer, the more powerful the spark became.

She downed a glass of water, as her cheeks turned a rosy red and she felt her clit become aroused. Aang stood up and lay eyes on her. Awkwardly, she pointed to herself, and he came forward in a confident walk, eyes glinting wickedly. To her delight, he ignored Asami and focused on Azula.

Aang crawled on the table, and had his spine bent forward with his legs resting on his head in a chest stand. Azula looked with awe, with her mouth open. Aang took the hat off and handed it to Azula, nodding his head and winking at her.

Azula could only take the hat, and was about to reach for her wallet only for Aang to upright himself from the painful position. He squatted then spread his legs apart into a full straddle. He gyrated his hips back and forth, as Azula stood up and leaned forward into the outstretched arm of the dancer. For a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her.

Not wanting to pass up the opportunity, she all but fell onto the table, her hand on his hip as she pressed her lips against his. Aang pulled back, grinning as Asami tried not to laugh at Azula's predicament, and her facial expression. Like a robot, Azula handed him some cash, barely noticing she was giving him a good amount of money.

"Thanks, sweetheart." Aang said, dragging his finger down the arm that was attached to his waste. With the free hand, he closed her jaw and rolled off the table and leaped back onto the stage. The song ended, and Aang bowed to the cheering audience. Before he left, he blew a kiss in Azula's direction and disappeared behind the curtains.

Azula sat in her chair, her head on overdrive. She began to tune in the other noises, most noticeable Asami's laughter.

"Holy shit, Azula! You should have seen your face. You were practically eye fucking him. I thought you were going to try to fuck him when he was gyrating on the table." Asami teased.

Azula couldn't retort with words, but the smile on her face betrayed her stoicism.

Aang quickly headed to his dressing room, and exchanged his suit for regular clothes when his phone rang.

"Hey, Katara. I had a good show. Yes, i was safe, there were no problems. I think i gave the chief of police my hat. Yes, i know how crazy that sounds. But it was a fire nation woman wearing the police armor, even though there was no badge, no rank insignia. No, I won't be heading to your place tonight. Have to meet with Jeong Jeong. Alright. Take care, love you Kat."

Katara put the phone away and breathed a sigh of relief. She turned to Zuko and told him that Aang wasn't coming to the house tonight.

"He's not coming here. Has to meet with Jeong Jeong." She said, pulling Zuko into a kiss.

"He's got grit. Managing his stage performance, along with his duties in the air militia." Zuko replied.